Shmeepicus

Percy al Lionhearted sharpens his blade as he stares upon the smouldering ruins of their throne. "It shall lay destroyed until they are extinguished. The time is almost upon us and soon their forces shall march on Balian. Yet it is there where we shall drive them back and find ourselves in their land once more." He commented to his cousin, Sybille I, who stood beside him.

A familiar figure held out his hand as Hadrian entered the seven skies. “Your reign was peaceful and prosperous, my son.” He offered. Percy de Lyons head hung low as he sat on a chair in the palace, his hands clutching the guard of his longsword. “Rest in peace, my Uncle.. my King.”

Bjorn the Brash waved at Jerry as he got on the Yacht. "Hey Jerry!"

"I cannot wait to make a mound of corpses in the sand." Percy de Lyons commented, smiling as they would finally be fighting in land they know.

Percy de Lyons packed up his things in the camp just outside the keep of Brasca, preparing to march to the south-west.

Bjorn the Brash wiped his blade of the blood of the Scallywags. "Good thing Banjo was here!"

"And so the wicked perish." Percy offered simply- yet he was not a man without empathy or morals. He lit a candle in the church that night for Gustaf- praying his soul found absolution and peace in the next life.

"A wise choice." Commented the young Percy de Lyons as he glanced towards the shadows of the capital of Celia'nor to the far north. He looked back downwards and went back to sharpening his blade on the grindstone.

Shots are goated, thank you sir o7

Percy de Lyons readied for some more duck and cover from enemy trebuchets- and ensuring all the soldiers under his command were AWAKE and READY.

Bjorn the Brash glanced to his right at the teal bandana he had kept, shrugging his shoulders and saying, "ah, ****, why not?" As he grabbed it and set for Haense.

Percy de Lyons washed his blade of blood. "So it begins- and in a few months time it shall end when each and every one of their rat holes in the Midlands are burned."

A Letter TO CELIA’NOR IUDICIUM ACCEDIT Issued by THE COVENANT on this 1st of the Amber Cold ELVES OF CELIA’NOR, The banners of war stream above Aevos once more, and your own star-blazoned standard is among them. Breakwater Keep, the flagship fortress of Veletz, has fallen, and the splintered stones mark the funeral shrouds of many Celia’norian Elves. These Elves did not have to be there, and they most certainly did not have to perish, either at Breakwater, nor the Covenant victory of Whitespire, where Celia’nor rallied to aid Veletz in the act of murdering one of their own allies. We grieve to set our blades to Elven flesh, for our quarrel with Celia’nor is naught, as it ever was. Throughout the long histories of our peoples, we have coexisted in relative peace and with minimal interference, and we affirm there is little need for this to change. We therefore impart unto you these truths: There is nothing for you to gain in a war in the Heartlands. There is nothing for you to gain by supporting a tyrannical state. There is nothing for you to gain by opposing the Covenant. Return home to your fledgling lands. Tend to your people who grow disheartened at a war that is not theirs to fight. Grow your realm anew, back into the titan of the west it once was upon Almaris. The Covenant guarantees entirely your neutrality and that no retribution shall be invoked if Celia’norian forces are permanently withdrawn from the Heartlands. This is no threat -- this is a plea to reason, and an appeal for wellbeing. Return home, and let all grievances between us be forgotten. Return home, and let us endure together. When the Covenant advances upon the League of Veletz, we will look for the banner of Celia’nor. If we find it on the field, our next campaign shall be in your lands, and every star shall be expunged from the night sky. T H I S I S O U R P E A C E . HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Aleksandr II, by the Grace of Godan, King of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Hochmeister of the Order of the Crow, Prince of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Slesvik, Solvesborg, and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia, and Vanaheim, Margrave of Korstadt, Rothswald, and Vasiland, Count of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Siegrad, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscount of Varna, Baron of Astfield, Buck, Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, and Rytsburg, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector and Lord of the Highlanders, etcetera. HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Adrian I, by the Grace of GOD, King of Balian, Viscount of Pompourelia, Eflen and Anatis, Baron of Brucca,Valens, Malenos, Goza and Ciavola, Lord of Portoregne, Atrus and Monterosa, Warden of La Costa Rubinissima, Prince of the Holy Orenian Empire, Protector of the Heartlanders and the South, etcetera. HIS HIGHNESS, Cesar II de Pelear, Viceroy of Hyspia, Duke of Pacazu, Baron of Arenisca and Del’mar, Lord of La Dorada, Lord of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Protector of the Hyspian People, Patriarch of House de Pelear. HER MAJESTY, Catherine I, Queen of the Commonwealth of the Petra, Marquise de Val d’Estenou, Countess of Temesch and Moere, Baroness of Garmont, Valfleur, Vallagne-en-Petra, Artois, and of the Phoenixspire, Protector of the Meadows. HIS GRANDNESS, Garedyn The Emerald, Grand King of Urguan, Chief of the Mossborn, Seer of Hefrumm, Zealot of the Triad. HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, John Alexander, by the Grace of GOD, King of Aaun, Prince of Alstion, Duke of Corazon and Balemena, Count of Enswerp and Florentine, Protector of the Realm HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë of the House Arthalion, by the Grace of GOD, Queen of the Númenedain, Princess of Númenost and Minas Amath, Protector of the Adunians, Master of the Sharadûn, Templar of the Archangel Michael, Knight of the Realm Ordained by the High Hearth before His most Sacred Flame, Ellenore Eiriksson, High Keeper of the Sacred Flame, Master of the Order of the First Flame, Righteous Servant of the RED-LORD, Loyal Adherent to the Ashen Way

"WORLD WAR AEVOS LETS ******* GO!!!" Shouted Percy de Lyons.

"God wills it." Uttered the de Lyons. Before last Sun's Smile he was but a boy, bloodshed and war shall see him into manhood.

Percy de Lyons looked up at the sky. "Now we shall finish what you all started." He offered, wondering if Georg, Charles or Alexander could hear him.

Percy de Lyons readied his blade- about to christen it with the blood of enemies of Canondom.

"Want to hear a joke...?" Percy de Lyons quoted the missive as he read it. "... the Stassion performance in the skirmish today." He mumbled to himself, inspecting his newest weaponry and armour of excellent quality. "Frederick Aurelian- you have a very misplaced sense of humour, given the circumstances. I suppose that Frederick the Coward flees again! Run from your problems, you have no courage- flee to Aeldin." He chuckled.

Percy de Lyons prepared for war, his sword already sated with the blood of Veletz and Stassion alike.

A 17-year old son of Lyon experienced combat for the first time this day, felling six enemies. He hesitated felling his first enemy- then remembered why he was there. Stassion and its ilk, descendants of Frederick the Kinslayer- had been wanting for war against Balian for years now. He swung his blade now as it cut open the throat of the Stassion retainer, his blood spraying across the cobbled road of Whitespire. He scoffed- and returned to battle, killing five more. "Blood for Edmund." He mumbled to himself as he wandered the roads, bodies of both sides littering the streets. "Your Kingdom shall remain free of the tyrannical grip of Stassion, so help me GOD. Rest now, King Edmund."

don't worry guys I'll be really toxic to 60th if he makes bad decisions

Dzmitry stood up (like a real Orenian) and came inside for cookies.